AN/ I'm back.
Yeah, I'm really sorry for such a long time of not updating, but I was really busy with school and my jobs and then I was on vacation without internet connection. Now I still have holidays, but have also internet access, so I could feed you with new chapter ;P
I edited previous chapters, because I found some mistakes and made it more logical. Also previous chapters, as well as many (if not all) of those in the future were changed to 3rd person narration, to match original Durarara! novel.
Thank you to y'all who support me with all the follows, favourites and reviews (especially constructive reviews 3) You made me work hard on correcting the scripts and writing new chapters!
This is for you!
Enjoy~
Chapter 4: Before the match
An impatient sigh left ((h/c))'s lips as she leaned in her chair's backrest.
Since they decided to go to beds, ((Name)) was once again searching for the information on her cousin, looking for the files that would give her a closer image on what was happening, when she thought he was dead too.
In those two weeks spent in Japan, she looked in every base and portal in the internet, both international and underworld, and was on the dead end already. Of course, she mailed her best investigator, but she still didn't get any response.
She knew who was after her cousin, but she didn't know why did this chick's organisation haunt her own older brother. Family was meant to care for each other, not want to kill each other.
Then she snorted, remembering her absolute lack of knowledge when it came to any relationships, even if she was once engaged, and moved her eyes to the clock.
[03:53]
((Name)) forced her body to get up from position she was in for about six hours straight.
She walked to her closed and picked from it her gray jeans, black top, clean socks and underwear.
She walked to the bathroom and after closing the door behind her, pulled off her pyjamas which were nothing more than an old oversized black T-shirt with white, fractured but still readable inscription "NAS PIĘKNYCH JEST MAŁO" in the middle of it. One could say, this piece of cloth was the last thing that bound her to the past, as she stole it from her uncle twelve years ago.
When everything was still normal...
((Name)) stepped in the shower and turned the water on, deciding that bath would be a waste of time.
Her hands automatically moved to her hair, to make sure they were soaked enough for the shampoo. When she decided that it indeed was, she reached on the shelve and poured the viscous liquid on her hands.
Not long after, fog filled the bathroom and the temperature of the room raised, silent hum of the ventilator interrupted two more times by the buzz of water.
After twisting her hair, ((Name)) stepped out of the tub and reached for the towel to dry herself.
She pulled on the clothes and walked out of the bathroom, working on her hair with a new towel.
When she walked in her room, she started for her nightstand and picked up her phone, going in her desk's direction.
She reached with her free hand to shut her finally unpacked PC. As the screen was put to sleep, ((Name)) walked to the door and opened her phone, noticing one new message.
New Text From: PIZZA
Recipient: ((F/Full Name))
Where have you gone, freak?
Disappearing without word and then suddenly giving me new job from someplace in the world far away from Switzerland? How did you suppose me to find you, when you deleted all your emails and phone numbers? And what's with the French name?
((Name)) snorted, trotting down the stairs and into the kitchen. The round clock on the wall showed quarter past four.
New Text From: ((F/Full Name))
Recipient: PIZZA
Shut it, Ms. Grumpy, I messaged you, so you already knew how to contact me back. Did you find anything?
The ((h/c)) laid her phone on the kitchen cupboard and reached up in a hanging cabinet for a mug. Not long after she sent her last message, her phone buzzed again.
New Text From: PIZZA
Recipient: ((F/Full Name))
Can't you see, you hurt me with this sudden disappearance? Do you ever have a heart?
Oh... Right.
You don't have one.
The water started to boil so ((Name)) reached for the kettle and poured the liquid in her mug.
New Text From: ((F/Full Name))
Recipient: PIZZA
Spit it out already.
She took a sip of her coffee and looked out the window. The sun was rising and the street was already crowded... or maybe still..?
Her phone buzzed again.
New Text From: PIZZA
Recipient: ((F/Full Name))
That's mean! And what's the rush, anyway?
It's not like you die, waiting few more minutes.
((Name)) let herself drown in the bitter taste of her strong coffee, before she responded.
New Text From: ((F/Full Name))
Recipient: PIZZA
How do you know?
It's not like you're here with me.
The response was instant.
New Text From: PIZZA
Recipient: ((F/Full Name))
Nope. You're impossible to get rid of. Remember, when I tried?
But really... To make me involved in such a dirty case...
Did you know this man you asked me about is Interpol's agent?
She stared, stunned. That could be the reason, she couldn't reach any information about him, nor him in person, before he reached her.
Cauchemar Noir hunted him because he framed their past leaders, but since his sister gained all control, he's been officially safe. They don't hunt this guy anymore. Why would you even bother by this case?
((Name)) read the message again.
Ahh.. so it was him who made her back off at that time?
But he wasn't hunted anymore?
What would be the point in contacting her then?
New Text From: ((F/Full Name))
Recipient: PIZZA
Tell me one more thing.
She placed the mug back on the counter.
New Text From: PIZZA
Recipient: ((F/Full Name))
I'm all ears for you.
Her fingers hesitated for a moment.
New Text From: ((F/Full Name))
Recipient: PIZZA
Do this organisation, by any possibility, hold grudge towards man, called Christopher?
The response was immediate.
New Text From: PIZZA
Recipient: ((F/Full Name))
How'd you know?
She switched her phone off and took out the SIM card. She stared at it for a moment, then sighed and put it once again in the phone, which she switched on again.
She knew, her best contact already knew about her whereabouts.
New Text From: ((F/Full Name))
Recipient: PIZZA
That's my job.
There was a slight pause before a new message showed on her screen.
New Text From: PIZZA
Recipient: ((F/Full Name))
That took you incredibly long, for such a short message. You sure you don't want to say truth?
But if not, I'm fine with your answer.
((Name)) took one last sip of her now cold coffee and after placing the mug in the dish machine, walked out of the kitchen. It was a really rare occasion for her detective friend to show any concern for her.
New Text From: ((F/Full Name))
Recipient: PIZZA
I'll contact you later for the other case.
After looking at the clock, ((Name)) walked down the stairs to the back door. She pulled a grey hoodie on and walked out of the flat and the building onto the street.
Her phone buzzed with another message.
New Text From: PIZZA
Recipient: ((F/Full Name))
Take your time.
And raise the cheque.
She snorted, mixing into the crowd, leaving the request unresponded.
She'll leave the talk with Damian about the past for the future.
~A month later~
It was a late hour, but the café was still quite crowded.
A rather handsome man in his late twenties noted it with quite delight. He was always aware, his cousin had talent for cooking (or more like baking, since she would often screw the dinner and they'd had to order something outside) and he liked every sweet she came up with, when they were still kids. But he thought, it was quite a success, to have this many people praising the cakes and muffins just month after the opening.
His brown eyes moved on the current topic of his thoughts, as she handed him new orders of drinks.
He still couldn't get used to her cheerful attitude, that suspiciously seemed a little bit of an act, but that may been only the result of his supervisor's warning. And that's because ((Name)) had to be a good actress, if she was this good with collecting information.
Damian worked fast on the coffee express and started delivering the orders, noting how his cousin would joke with some of the clients, while taking orders.
To say the truth, he knew Japanese well, much better than ((Name)) thought he did. But he was limiting his vocabulary to few most important sentences with poor accent and English if some of the clients used it.
One of the clients called for the bill and the tanned man nodded in their direction, while taking cups and plates from another table. He walked to the bakers to put the dishes on the counter.
At the same time a black Mercedes parked in front of the building.
((e/c)) eyes of the owner watched from inside, as car's doors opened and two men and a woman exited it, stopping for a moment to look through the front window.
((h/c)) scanned the room, serving a coffee as two new customers came in. Her eyes stopping for a second on café's frequent visitor, sensing possible danger.
At the same moment Damian walked out of the other room with a bill he was asked for and noted appearance of two new customers, recognising woman's face. He nodded in her direction and she waved back, switching her attention back to menu card.
The ((h/c)) laid coffee and a strawberry cake on a table before customer and straightened up, hearing another call. Deciding, she's too occupied right now, her cousin walked to newest guests with polite smile.
"May I take your order?" He asked gaining smile from ((Name))'s best friend.
NAS PIĘKNYCH JEST MAŁO - "we beauties are rare"
PIZZA guy is a female detective, that you dear readers helped with hunting down uncatchable serial murderer at beginning of your career. Her name's Alexis and she's French, but I didn't do the translations of messages because I was too lazy.
Cauchemar Noir (black nightmare) - gang you helped to found, when nothing "interesting" was happening in your life, but after it started developing into more directed group it was shattered by unknown (till now) intruders.
AN/Of course the Interpol agent is Damian and the leader of Noir Cauchemar is his younger sister that was mentioned in previous chapter. About Christopher... you shall see in the future who he is, as we have just enough time.
The first anonymous reviewer in the previous chapter was right - Reader-chan's from Poland. She left her country at an age of 17 and moved to France, then three years later to Switzerland with help of her "friends" among mafia. And due to previous chapter, "she had everything at the age of 26 She held all of the power in her hands for over a year." - now she's 27, which makes her a little older and more experienced(you see what I insinuate here? heh) than Izaya.
And guess, who's the frequent visitor of your café~?
Next chapter will show sooner. I promise
Reviews please ;A;!